I draw circles while I
Swirl around thoughts… Deep and
Shallow ideas dissipate. Pen and
Paper give life to blurs
One of my
Coworkers talks about the
Trinity; she talks about why
The hell people are gay… I look at her
And murmur — please, not today… It’s Saturday.
Now my circles become a
— What do you mean, May?
Quietly, I speak to myself:
— Shut up, it’s Saturday…
Circles become a hurricane. I swirl around thoughts,
Lifting chairs and an angry woman
With my quietness